Sunday, February 6, 2011

Belief, a delusion?

I pity those like Richard Dawkins and those like him who have no sense of faith and convince themselves – using only empirical evidence and corporeal senses – that belief in God is a delusion, irrational. It does not matter to me what your faith is. I do not believe that without faith you will go to Hell or be eternally punished. To me it is punishment in and of itself to be without a belief in a higher power.

I have no empirical evidence for the existence of God, but I know that I am not wrong. Through noetic means, through very ancient and inherent senses beyond the five that we count, through knowledge that is gained by observation of the world – the entire universe and its deeper and innermost working – through these senses, I have come to a deep and sublime knowledge of a God that surrounds us, binds us, and sustains us. It is not merely around us, nor is it merely our matrix, it IS us.

My primary misgiving is that I am not able to convey this in any intelligible words to those around me, that they will not be able to share in the knowledge I have gained in my search. It is easy for those who seek God to write seemingly empty words, talking about sublimity and ineffability and transcendence. Until one has truly experienced this, through noesis, gnosis, the direct experience of the Divine, it is nothing more than trite language, inspiring more boredom than interest. Once again, I do not worry that those who do not know this will be punished; it is punishment enough to be without God, to feel alone in the universe, without higher purpose, without a sense of unity with the Divine.

To say that God is in the clouds of a sunset is cliché. To say that God is in the experience of aging and seeing those around you getting younger is cliché. To say that God is in the love between spouses is cliché. To say that God is in the love of a grandparent is cliché. To say that God is in the experience of watching one’s parents become aged is cliché. To say that God is in the reminiscence of youth and the remembrance of sacred time, nostalgic and formative moments, more fiction than history, is cliché. To say that God is in the death of a friend, taken far too young – or in the deaths of two friends taken far too young – is cliché. To say that God is in anything, and is real to us in any way…is cliché. But it is no less true.

I hope that you, the reader, can find God a little bit more in your life every day. It is what will unite us more than anything else, more than any other common experience. I give you my brotherly love and wish you the presence of mind to breath in God’s breath at least once every day.